"Very good," said Lavretsky between his teeth. "Suppose I do this—in this I shall be fulfilling my duty; well, but you—in what does your duty consist?"
"That I know perfectly well."
Lavretsky suddenly shuddered.
"Surely you have not made up your mind to many Panshine?" he asked.
"Oh, no!" replied Liza, with an almost imperceptible smile.
"Ah! Liza, Liza!" exclaimed Lavretsky, "how happy we might have been!"
Liza again looked up at him.
"Now even you must see, Fedor Ivanovich, that happiness does not depend upon ourselves, but upon God."
"Yes, because you—"
The door of the next room suddenly opened, and Marfa Timofeevna came in, holding her cap in her hand.